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Africa. Y'all went to the motherfucking motherland.

That shit was fucking amazing.

Hey, why Deon got all these armed men all over?

'Cause of Franklin Saint.

Franklin not even in the game.

Yeah, you've been gone a little while, homie.

Word on the street is, he lost what he made.

That's why he hit his own uncle's warehouse.

Long as you stay in your lane, we cool, bro.

You telling me

where to find the bitch-ass motherfuckers that put me here,

that's the easiest shit in the fucking world, nigga!

We have approval to begin surveillance

on the Mexican-- Gustavo Zapata.

He should lead us to Teddy's warehouse.

You know who he is?

I can tell you who he is.

The only way that happens is if you get me Teddy first.

This man you're up against may be trained.

The person who helped him steal your money most likely isn't.

What makes you think he had help?

There is a very short list

of people who can pull off a job of this scale.

Just need to know where to loo.

Then I only need 24 hours to make all the necessary transfers

and route everything to untraceable accounts.

Take it that means

we all set?

Tomorrow at lunch.

He will be out of the office.

And his files will be in our hands.

All right, I'm heading to that lunch meeting.

Be back in about an hour.

See you then.

Discretionary asset management is what you want.

Big banks, savings and loans.

They're behemoths.

Slow and faceless.

But big banks are big for a reason.

They have access to more capital,

with more financial products and services.

That's true.

But the reason why you hire me

is I can get you that same access

while at a smaller institution.

Best of both worlds.

I'm sorry, do you mind if I make a quick call?

Not at all, take your time.

Thank you.

I-I can't believe I'm doing this.

Is this everything that was in the safe?

Can I see?

Okay. Thank you.

I just want to say again, I had no idea what he was all into.

Oh, we know.

Don't worry, the Bureau isn't interested in you, Cristina.

You've been incredibly cooperative.

It'll all be in the report.

Really?

Yeah, really.

I am so sorry, uh...

I have to get back to my office.

I have a client who's in full financial meltdown.

William, my time is extremely important,

and I don't appreciate it being wasted.

My apologies, but this-this can't wait.

I'm sorry.

Shit.

Shit.

He's on his way back.

Oh, we got to hurry.

Yeah. One more.

Okay. Put that in your bag.

There's his car.

- Okay. - She's not gonna make it back.

Go.

Will?

William Cox. My God.

Is that you? Robin Johnson.

John Marshall High?

Robin...

Can I just tell you one thing? Listen...

I had the biggest crush on you back...

And I'm sorry to keep you waiting,

and it was so good to see you,

and just congratulations on everything.

- You, too. - Thanks.

- Okay. - All right.

That was quick.

Not quick enough.

Alright, I'm here.

How's... Where are we at?

- We have everything we were hoping for. - Mm-hmm.

Accounts, transfers, amounts, routing numbers.

So, it worked, right? We-we got it, we got the money?

Well, we have a paper trail of your money moving

through multiple accounts across several banks

and savings and loans.

There are two transfers here that we've tracked.

But then there's a withdrawal out

with no record of it landing anywhere.

Sorry, wh-what does that mean?

Meaning wherever it is now,

William doesn't have access.

Yeah, 'cause Teddy transferred it out on his end, right?

He knows where the money is.

I thought the middleman was the key.

I said Teddy had help, which he did.

So, what, we back to square one?

I believe the words you're looking for are "thank you."

Thank you? Oh, thank you for what?

Telling me some shit I already knew?

- Franklin. - No.

No, no, we spent three weeks

trying to find this motherfucker, right?

Setting him up. And what do we got?

The earth-shattering news

that I need Teddy to get my money back?

What else you want to tell me, huh?

Is the sun hot?! Is water fucking wet?!

- Franklin. - No, this is bullshit!

Man, we wasted our fucking time!

This game we're in,

it rewards those who keep their cool.

You'd do well to remember that.

Every piece of information we have is useful.

It's helpful. And this is progress.

And we always knew that this was a possibility,

and that's why we have a plan B.

Plan B? What, y'all going out there?

We were supposed to leave tomorrow morning,

but I am suddenly feeling unmotivated.

Mom...

Well, then I suggest you think about the $7.3 million

you stand to gain if you pull this off.

Will that motivate you?

You think that's all I care about?

Oh, I know that's all you care about.

And I'm just saying what the fuck I've been talking...

That's enough. That's enough.

Ma, could you give us a minute, please?

My pleasure.

Hey. What you doing?

Didn't school start like two hours ago?

Overslept.

Still got time to catch the RTD, though.

The Rough Tough and Dangerous?

I'll drive your ass to school.

Shit.

Deon shot the lights out at the playground?

Said there's more cover for the dealers.

So, how's school?

Okay.

Okay, except you showing up three hours late.

You start applying to colleges yet?

I got a couple applications, but, uh...

I don't know if I'm-a go.

Why not?

I... know if it's for me.

College ain't for a lot of motherfuckers,

but I guarantee that shit for you, nigga.

Your guidance counselors ain't helping you?

Said I could go to community college

- or a trade school. - For real?

Hello?

We just got a call.

Pipe burst at Parker Center.

They're asking if you can get there right away.

They say how bad it is?

Catastrophic.

Water everywhere.

Okay. I'm on my way.

Pipe burst.

I'm sorry.

Keep telling you, hire more help.

Hmm.

It's not that easy.

Just give me a few more hours, okay?

I'll be back.

Come on.

I'll be back.

This is me not holding my breath.

Hey!

Hey, leave that girl alone.

Hey, hey, leave her the fuck alone.

Get off of her! Move!

Stop! Stop!

Hey. Hey.

You okay?

♪ She know that smoking cigarettes isn't the answer ♪

♪ In the end, girlfriend, you probably will have cancer ♪

♪ A cigarette in one hand, match in the other...♪

This money's going out the door faster than I thought.

And Kane's not moving nearly enough product.

You gonna talk to him?

- Uh-huh. - Mm-hmm.

The way you snapped at my mom, she almost walked.

I had to talk her down.

This next thing we have planned is really risky,

and I can't do it without her.

I understand.

Shouldn't have happened.

I know you're frustrated.

But she's been incredibly helpful.

Uh-huh.

Listen.

I really think I should go out there with y'all.

You'd just be stuck in a hotel room climbing the walls.

And that's not good for anybody.

Stay here.

Deal with Kane.

I'll call you as soon as we have something.

Okay?

Mm.

Where they got you doing your physical therapy?

"They."

Nigga, they ain't got me doing shit.

A month ago...

...doctor told me...

I wasn't gonna be able to walk again.

So, either I'm a goddamn medical miracle,

or they don't know what the fuck they're talking about.

And you and I both know...

...ain't no fucking miracles around here.

You helped me out when I was where you are, so...

Fuck you doing here, Saint?

Hmm?

Well...

Want to make you more money, of course.

But with the demand that's out there,

the territory you have,

we ain't moving nearly enough product.

Mm.

You mean we not moving your product fast enough?

Well, as far as I can tell,

it's not the moving it that's the problem.

It's the making it that's got us held up.

Shooting it out on the street

with your family ain't helping.

But if it's cooking you got a problem with,

maybe you should get in there,

rock that shit up yourself.

Oh, I will if I have to.

Hell yeah, I would.

But first I'd like to take a look at your cookhouses.

See if I might be able to improve the situation.

I'm sorry, take a look at my cookhouses?

This motherfucker right here,

up in his suit

like he the CEO of the fucking R-O-C-K.

You know, I... I built an empire.

If you don't want to know how I did it, fine.

I thought we was in this shit to get rich, right?

Hey, hold up, hold up, hold up.

Ricky.

Take him to the cookhouse.

Tell 'em what's coming out of his mouth

is coming out of mine.

Anything else?

No, we good.

It's confirmed.

No survivors.

They took everything off the bodies and the cars.

Just vanished.

I warned them. Hmm?

Knew that if they didn't let the shipment go,

we'd get fucked like a jinetera.

The Center's now worried that, uh, Teddy's gonna be spooked.

They want us to accelerate the timeline.

Can you call in the, uh, tip on the warehouse?

I don't even know exactly what's inside.

Or when Teddy and his boss will both be there.

We have one chance.

We can't fuck this up.

Tell the Center I want to shift away from Cissy and Franklin.

I want to focus on Gustavo.

He's vulnerable.

Knows all the details.

He'll be our way forward.

So...

...if I hadn't run that night, he would have taken me.

Yeah, probably.

Tortured me.

Killed me maybe.

You wanted excitement.

But I do think that it would be a good idea

if we moved you out of here.

Just... till things settle down.

And where were you thinking I would go?

Thinking you'd stay with me.

Are you using Russian spies as an excuse

to get me to move in with you, Teddy?

I know this place isn't much,

but I like it here.

Besides...

if you're in as much trouble as it sounds like are,

I might be wise to keep my distance from you.

I really can never tell if you're fucking with me or not.

Good.

Keep you on your toes.

So...

how are you going to solve your little problem?

I have to figure out how much they know.

And if they know everything?

No, if they knew everything, I'd be in jail by now.

You know, there's really two options.

We shut the whole thing down,

cauterize the wound,

and then, after that,

maybe I still have a career, maybe not.

Or you take the $70 million and...

you leave the country.

Would that be so bad?

Yeah, that would be pretty bad.

I understand what you want, Teddy.

But influence comes in many forms.

And one of those forms...

is an obscenely large amount of money.

It may not be the way you were raised,

to believe that power should be attained,

but it can put you...

at the center of things.

If I had to leave, would you come with me?

Ask me when it happens.

And I guess we'll see.

Aah! Ms. Saint, don't shoot!

- Fuck! - Don't shoot, please.

Shit.

Fuck.

Wanda, what the fuck?

I'm sorry, I just-- I-I just came to get my things.

I-I...

I had no idea you were here, back.

Yesterday.

I'm still jetlagged as hell.

We're living in the PJs now.

I still have my key, so I just let myself in, I...

I-I just wanted to get a few things.

I didn't think you were still living here, I...

Wanda, it's-it's...

it's okay.

I'm really sorry, Ms. Saint.

Oh, fuck, child, I almost killed you.

So how do you like being married?

It's amazing.

But...

I don't know how I'm gonna make it in the projects.

It's rock everywhere there.

It's hard.

You see all them clothes there?

When Alton stopped drinking,

he needed something to focus on

that was bigger than himself.

Gave him a sense of direction.

You're talking about the shelter?

Mm-hmm.

You got a long road ahead of you, baby.

It's best to stay busy.

♪ Eliminated words that end with yes or no...♪

It's Ricky.

♪ High-power like a turbo ♪

♪ Charged with a fuel-injected diesel ♪

♪ Knowledge my rhymin'... ♪

Oh, shit, Ricky.

Where'd you find Mr. Belvedere?

"Here's your coffee, Ms. Owens."

You two, get out.

The fuck?

Now, you can't make good product

when your work area looks like shit.

"Work area"? What?

Kane sent me here because your product's slow.

And it's slow 'cause y'all in here playing.

All right.

From here on out, this house operates 12 hours straight.

Two of you will work for six hours

and then switch off for six.

Then we'll get a couple more guys.

Get this shit working around the clock.

All right?

Man, who the fuck is this?

It don't matter.

Kane sent him.

So you're gonna listen.

Nobody comes in my house talking shit about my rock.

I don't care if his last name is Saint.

Yeah, that's right, I know your ass.

And I don't give a fuck.

I'm gonna keep cooking the way I...

Huh? You gonna keep cooking?

Said you wanted to cook, didn't you, huh?

Cook, then, nigga!

Anybody want to make some money,

do shit the right way,

then please by all means stay.

But if not, get the fuck out!

All right, all right, man.

We getting DP'd?

Just get the fuck out.

Motherfuckers.

All right.

Now what?

Ever cook before?

You serious?

Uh... I want to work.

All right.

♪ I know I understand partyin' based on strollin'♪

♪ Rollin' through the party scene ♪

♪ What I mean is that's there's always a way ♪

♪ To make a party okay ♪

♪ Today we gonna make this party sway ♪

♪ What I truly represent, the party content ♪

♪ I can't give up because I'm so hell-bent ♪

♪ I want the "one-for-all, all-for-one" phrase ♪

♪ To be recited as an anthem at every party ♪

♪ T, T La Rock, La Rock, La Rock ♪

♪ I got the breakdown ♪

♪ I really got the breakdown...♪

Hey, man.

We all good in here?

Almost done.

Just taking a break.

Can't think of anything worse than more motherfucking school.

It'd be nice to get a higher education.

Higher than what?

You already know more than professors.

♪ I can be hard like metal... ♪

The way you figured out how to keep this shit legit.

Dealing with all that bank bullshit,

government 1040 forms or whatever the fuck.

♪ So jump up and grab a girl, let's break the ice...♪

Man, sitting all day in some classroom?

Paying some motherfucker

who knows less than you...

to run they mouth?

When you're already making more money here

than any nigga could dream of.

Tell you what.

♪ The knowledge and power of these concentrated skills ♪

♪ To describe these rhymes will be difficult to you...♪

Consider it a bonus.

For all your hard work.

And I appreciate you, little homie.

Hey.

Leon here.

What Malcolm X want now?

♪ When you come to the door, just have a grin ♪

♪ 'Cause if you don't, then you won't get in ♪

♪ Be yourself, don't try to act fly ♪

♪ 'Cause if you do... ♪

What's up, Lee?

What you need?

The playground lights. Might be good to put 'em back.

Nah, they stay out.

The PJs don't need to be dark to do business.

Wasn't like that before.

Like you said, laws are changing, right?

Police cracking down.

Harsher sentences.

I'm just doing what I can to protect my people.

You understand that shit, right?

Bitch-ass nigga.

So that's it?

Yeah, nigga, that's it.

It was me and Ricky keeping it down while you were away.

And before that, when Harold got smoked,

I-I'm the one that rode with you.

I said I'd get at him.

That bitch-ass trick burned my face, nigga.

No talk is gonna make it right.

You got some chest hair today, Todd.

Has your balls dropped?

Listen.

I sent him there to fix the shit that you were in charge of.

But instead of listening,

got your goddamn feelings hurt.

Are you gonna listen...

...or do I need to put your ass in the corner?

That's what the fuck I thought.

Frankie a ho.

And hos make money.

I like money, Todd.

It's Saint.

Figure y'all could use some help.

This Jamel. Got tired of minimum wage.

Bring any burgers?

Fucking with you. Let's get to work.

♪ I think I wanna wolf a little while, ah-ha...♪

Got a surprise visitor came by asking for y'all.

Todd here says he knows where, um, Kane's laying his head.

And who the fuck are you to Kane?

♪ A game that couldn't last... ♪

For starters, one of the people

he sent to shoot up this club.

Sorry.

♪ Talking about... ♪

Look like y'all had a falling out since then.

Fuck Kane.

And while we at it, fuck your nephew, too.

♪ He got down when he called my name, yeah ♪

♪ I felt so good, it was a doggone shame.♪

You stupid.

Oh, shit.

♪ So good, you want it again ♪

♪ I rock you so good, you want to hear it twice...♪

This motherfucker over here, man...

Hey, husband.

How you doing?

I'm all right. What you do all day?

Sneaky about his bitch.

I was down at the shelter with Cissy.

That's your wife now, nigga?

You done wifed up the community pussy?

Uh... sh-she needed help,

so I'm gonna be volunteering five days out the week.

That's great. So, you liking it?

Yeah, like, today this 14-year-old girl

came in there with her baby sister.

She needed some formula 'cause her mama had sold it all, so...

I was able to find some and help her make it.

And... I felt good.

You know, coming back here,

the more I thought about it,

the more it felt right to do that, but...

now that we here,

looking around, talking to folk,

I don't recognize any of it.

All the things that I was looking forward to seeing...

they all gone.

I did a lot of talking before we left.

You can't make no ho no housewife, fool.

I thought I was doing something good

to try to get this nigga's head straight, but...

come to find out it was just...

it was just that.

It was all fucking talk.

No.

♪ Like Master Gee, I don't give a care...♪

Fucking trippin'...

Lee.

I done beat that shit so many times.

That shit probably dry as hell right now.

There's a good chance that they'll know it was us.

They'll follow us back here to Los Angeles.

So, from here on in, you see anything,

anyone following you,

you stop right away and call me, okay?

Okay.

Feel like I should say

that was pretty impressive down there.

You're pretty handy with the Berettas.

Learned from CIA.

I don't know.

Mom, he just walked in.

I'll call you back.

Where were you?

You know what? Forget it.

You need to go.

No, Gustavo.

None of this is okay.

Hi.

Ah.

Gustavo.

There's like four playground lights out.

Make sure you replace all of them.

30 minutes to the nursing home, if we don't hit traffic.

I'll drive.

We're raiding the warehouse tomorrow.

Thought you'd be happy.

It's almost over, Gustavo.

Hey.

Every informant I've worked with gets cold feet before gameday.

Because your life will change, WITSEC or not.

There's no helping that.

But you'll have helped make this case.

And when news of this raid hits the papers,

the CIA will have bigger problems than you, believe me.

Need to make sure that Teddy,

the cash and the dope are all there.

Sober up.

House on Alondra's good.

I got Ricky looking for another one.

In a couple weeks, should be turning in

four or five times as much rock.

Yeah.

And all you had to do was burn my boy's face off, huh?

I did what needed doing.

Oh. That's what needed doing?

Well, shit, it worked, didn't it?

Listen, nigga...

These niggas had my back for a long time.

So, just because we doing some business together, nigga,

don't go thinking we all fucking buddy-buddy

and friends, my nigga.

And now that you're hurt,

they're taking advantage of yo.

Look, if you don't have a problem

with them fucking with your money, that's fine,

but I promise you, not none of these little niggas

gonna fuck with mine.

Not a single one is gonna fuck with my money!

- Do you understand what I'm saying to you? - How I discipline my people

is my motherfucking business, nigga.

- Okay. - So don't ever get it twisted!

- Oh, don't ever get it twisted? - Don't let... Yeah.

Don't let me ever hear you laying a hand

- on 'em again! - You don't want to hear?

- Fuck! - Hey!

- Fuck! Come on, come on! - Come on, nigga!

Come on!

- Where we going? - Get up. Get up, get up.

Kitchen, kitchen. Ah, shit.

Hold on.

- What the... - What...

- Who the fuck are these niggas, man? - I don't know! Shit!

Ah, shit. Get him.

Ah, fuck. Motherfucker.

Todd, nigga?

Ah, shit.

- Where are we going? - Back door, back door, back door!

Bitch-ass nigga.

Fuck.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Hey, come on. Come on.

Get me... Ah, fuck!

Oh, fuck. Come on!

Fuck. Come on, come on.

Fuck.

Come on. Come on, Frank.

Let's go.

"Tell us about a time

when you challenged your own preexisting worldview."

Shit. That's hard, huh?

I hate writing.

I like numbers.

Why the fuck I got to do this shit?

They just trying to get a sense of who you are.

It's all good.

We'll figure it out.

- Oh, shit. - It's about to go down, y'all.

Oh, this what you... you sure this is what you want?

You sure this is what you want, little man?

Fuck him up! Fuck him up, baby!

Fuck him up, Lee!

Lee, get up, baby!

Get up, Lee!

Get up, Lee!

Come on, baby.

Get up, baby.

Get up!

Leon!

Jump that bitch out, Leon!

- Huh? - Get up, baby!

You left these niggas starving!

Now you back?

Come on, brother.

Huh? Huh?

You don't got the heart for this shit no more, nigga.

Fuck you!

- Hey, what? - There you go.

Yo, come on, D.

Get up. Get up. Get up, man.

Yeah, boys!

Uh-uh.

This is my shit, nigga!

Fuck you, nigga!

- I see you, boy. - Shit.

That's it, man. That's it, man.

That's OG shit y'all watching!

WANDA [voice shaking]: Baby. Baby.

Hey, fuck y'all think y'all doing?

- Hold on, hold on. - Get him up, man. Fuck.

No, no. Uh-uh.

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